Lacy J. Dalton - My Old Yellow Car by Lacy J. Dalton lyrics

She werent much to look at She werent much to ride She was missing a window On the pa**enger side The floor boards patched up With paper and tar But i really want something For my old yellow car An american girl with her hands on the wheel Of a dream that is made of american steel Oh the seats have the smell of a nickle cigar i really want something for my old yellow car Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel Theres a rusty old shell of an automobile And if engines could run on desire alone That old yellow car would be driving me home I remembered the songs that the radio played Loved for the first time Your man not afraid To somebody somewhere You know who you are I cheerish that night in my old yellow car Somewhere in a pile of rubber and steel Theres a rusty old shell of an automobile And if engine could run on desire alone That old yellow car would be driving me home Take a look at me now For when running around I am paying somebody To drive me down town Got a mercedez benz With a tv and bar God i wished i was driving My old yellow car God i wished i was driving My old yellow car --- .